Chapter 25 Misty
MISTY
“We can’t have sex at Ryan’s house.”
He silences me with a kiss.
“I shouldn’t have done all those shots,” I murmur against his mouth.
“Mmh, I like you when you make poor decisions.”
“So you buy me a drink, and I have sex with you?”
“No, so you wear that top and those lacy panties and I eat you out.”
“How do you know what I’m wearing?”
“Uhn,” I groan as he latches two fingers in the strap of the thong, pulling up so that it rubs against my slit.
“Shit.” There are noises in the living room. Grandma Pam is complaining to Mom, who is making noncommittal noises.
“…in the Christmas market… hand up her shirt… do something.”
Talbot has his tongue on my tits, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes. He claps a hand over my mouth.
I hear footsteps.
Talbot grabs me, then we’re tumbling into the formal sitting room behind a chair.
The front door opens.
His hands are down my pants now. “Stretchy waistband. Practical.”
He silences my groans with a kiss as he works his hands between my legs until my panties are soaked and sex in the living room where anyone could walk in sounds like a fantastic idea.
Brielle and Aunt Kathy come into the house, talking loudly about the hockey game that night.
“…have to have a different bartender in the suite. I know he didn’t use the right mix in my skinny margarita…”
They pass by the living room, thankfully.
I grab Talbot’s hand as his fingers curl in my pussy. “Shit, we can’t here.”
The fingers then slip in my mouth. They’re salty against my tongue as I suck on them.
“But you do want it.” It’s not a question.
I take his hand, feeling maybe for the first time like a teenager, a cool one like Brielle and her friends, sneaking a boy I’m not supposed to be with into the house, up to my bedroom.
“I should have had you climb the tree to get in,” I whisper.
He steals a bottle of whiskey from the wet bar, then we sneak down the hall.
“Your window is sticky.” He stops me in the kitchen to kiss me against the counter.
He tips the bottle of whiskey to my mouth and kisses me as I swallow a sip.
“You taste fancy,” I murmur against him.
He takes a sip from the glittering bottle, too, probably some random expensive gift to my stepfather.
I take another swig so I don’t think about the fact that I’m breaking all the rules by sneaking Talbot in here.
The back stairs are creaky, but Talbot’s light on his feet as we head up, barely making any noise.
He grabs my hips from behind me and presses his face to my ass. “I fucking love these pants.” His hands slide up under the cropped sweater, cupping my tits and pinching my nipples as he mouths me through the pants.
I grab his hands when they slip down to the waistband.
“Not here!”
“I’ve fucked girls in stairwells before. Nothing like sex in a parking deck.”
“You need to get some new hobbies.”
“You’re the one keeping me from snowboarding and melted cheese.”
His eyes are dark pewter. He grabs my chin, kisses me. My elbows bang against the wall of the narrow back staircase.
He pushes me up the stairs until finally, we’re collapsing into my bedroom. He throws me down on the bed, and it squeaks.
“You’re clearly not drunk enough not to care yet if everyone in the house hears you while you come.”
My heart races, and I take two swallows of the burning whiskey. “I don’t do this. I mean sure, I have sex, but, like, in the middle of the afternoon?”
He shrugs out of his jacket, muscles under his gray T-shirt twisting and bulging.
Then he stalks me slowly onto the bed and crawls up, gray eyes still locked on mine, and reaches behind his head, pulls off his shirt, and throws it on the floor.
He leans over, mouth hovering over mine.
His hands start rough at my waistband. His palms slowly trail up my skin.
I moan softly as he cups my tits under the cropped sweater, slowly squeezing them then running his thumb over the nipples, pinching them, rolling them between his fingers while still hovering over me. The heat from his body is getting me wetter than if he’d had his hands between my legs.
“Sh-shit,” I stammer out, my hands coming up to grab the broad shoulder muscles under velvet skin.
“Open your mouth.” The deep voice is harsh.
My lips part.
With his thumb on the mouth of the whiskey bottle, he dribbles a fine stream of the amber liquor onto my tongue. I lap it up, though I want his mouth.
“You drunk enough to let me put my tongue on your clit?”
I can’t speak because I’m trying not to choke on the liquor.
“You drunk enough to let me tongue-fuck you, Gumdrop?”
My pants come off easily. My legs splay for him as he grinds the heel of his hand against the sheer lace front of the thong panties that dig into my swollen slit.
I’m drunk on the smell of him, the taste of the whiskey, the sharp scent of gunpowder and blade grease. All I can think is how good this is going to be. Better than anything I ever had with Austen.
Talbot pries my thighs open when I try to squeeze them shut.
“Fuck, you smell good.”
My back arches when he presses his mouth to the lace, tasting, nuzzling, inhaling the scent of me.
I grab at his hair, let him guide my hands to tug up my sweater as he’s back on my tits.
“I want to suck on your tits.”
The sweater disappears, but I grab my bra and wrap my arms around myself before it can disappear too. Talbot has never actually seen my boobs, and now I’m not just fooling around. This is, like, real sex, like we’re both going to be naked. I mean, him naked is one thing, but me?
No man has ever seen me naked aside from Austen.
Austen. The guilt chases off the wave of drunkenness as I sit up. I can’t even sleep with the hot guy in my bed because it feels like I’m cheating on my cheating ex.
“Why don’t I just, you know, give you a blowjob? I’m pretty good at those. Austen seemed to think so, anyway.”
I yelp when his large hand tangles in my hair, forcing me down on the bed on my back. He grabs my hands, sucks on my fingers, then pushes my hand between my legs, forcing me to stroke myself as a snarl cuts across his face.
“You thinking about him while I’m trying to fuck you, Gumdrop?”
I moan as he forces my fingers under the panties.
“You lay in bed like this, touching yourself and thinking about him?”
“N-n-n…”
“N-n-no,” he mocks. “Yeah, you do. You’re a fucking little slut for him. But I’m going to make you my slut.”
He goes for my neck, grabbing the ribbon that holds the engagement ring and twisting it around my neck. Black spots dance in my eyes as his fingers replace mine between my legs.
I scrape at his back as he strokes me, still twisting the ribbon I’d embroidered with Austen’s number.
His tongue and his mouth are somehow on my tits, sucking on the nipples, his teeth scraping as his fingers work my clit while I’m pinned helpless under him, my legs spread wide for him. He uses two fingers to stroke me, bringing me close to the edge.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, just concentrate on him. The ribbon is so tight on my neck I can’t even scream when I come. There’s a ripping noise, and suddenly, I can breathe again.
He kisses me while I struggle against him for air, his fingers still moving between my legs, drawing out another orgasm from me that I choke on as his tongue slips in my mouth. He crushes the ribbon and ring in one huge fist then throws them to the ground, where they bounce away.
I lay there panting, head spinning.
“That was… shit.” My fingers flutter at my neck. My bra is pushed almost up to my chin, and I try to disentangle it, needing more air. “Is that, um, normal, to almost pass out?”
“With me it is.”
“Yeah, Austen never—”
“I don’t”—he pushes me face-first into the bed—“want to hear his fucking name out of your mouth.” His huge hand tangles in my hair, twisting me face down into the rough blanket.
My bare ass, still in the soaking-wet thong, bounces in the air as I try to push up off the bed.
A huge hand slaps my ass, then he forces my legs apart, pushing the panties out of the way so he can stroke me. “You don’t belong to him. Your tits, your ass, your dripping wet cunt don’t belong to him. They belong to me.”
I groan when his fingers push against my opening then slip inside.
“Did your ex ever touch you like this? Did he ever taste your clit?” He tugs the panties farther to the side to lick one filthy stripe along my dripping-wet slit.
“Are you going to fuck me like this?” I’m breathless.
The flat of his hand connects with my bare ass again. “Why? So you can think about Langley while I’m dicking your ass?”
That makes my hips involuntarily arch.
“You like that, huh?” His fingers move higher to stroke me there. “You’re still nice and tight.”
I grip the blanket when he pushes against me.
“Guess your ex didn’t completely turn you into a cumslut. I will, though. As soon as I make sure you forget all about him.”
My back arches when he pulls off the panties, sliding them down to my knees.
“Tell me.” His mouth is hot and wet against my pussy.
I let out a moan, my hips pushing against him as he gives me another long, slow lick.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” His tongue curls around my clit. “Tell me, or I’m going to make you lie on the bed, playing with yourself while I watch.”
I don’t want that tongue to leave.
“You’re gonna…” I don’t really do dirty talk. I’ve had a few dirty thoughts, though. “You’re going to grab my hair, force me on my knees…” I’m about to come just thinking about it. “You’re going to shove that huge cock down my throat and fuck my mouth.”
He slips a finger into my cunt.
“You’re going to mouth-fuck me nice and slow.”
He adds another finger, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Then you’re going to shove me on the floor and grab my ass, spreading me for you.”
I rock back against his mouth. That makes his finger push deep into me.
“Then you’re going to ram that thick cock right into me.” I hope it’s nice and thick.